Nights we all piled into the same double bed. Five girls, a huddled mass of elbows and rear ends. Each one massaging, scratching, begging another to rub her back. The little two got crammed in between our arm pits, honeysuckle on the vine. Mary fought me— a sister with more hip and bigger breasts. She was choppy: red cut curls, round stormy eyes.
Let me start from the beginning, I am 18 and my sister is I just finished high school and my sister is home from college. I guess this year her grades started slipping or something, because I walked past her room and she was crying. I walked inside her room to ask her what's up and she hands me a letter - apparently she's up for review by her college for dismissal.
When writing your story, please use correct spelling and grammar. Please use a capital I rather than a lower i , and use apostrophes correctly. Such as I'm, don't, can't. What does four and four equal? I was sixteen, male, and extremely horny all the time naturally of course.
I did not want her to suffer. All rights reserved. Cause I can't ever sleep at night the same! The copyright of all poems on this website belong to the individual authors.